Category Archives: special mental health needs

Our house is taking an emotional hit today. His lies. When he was in the hospital last, he reportedly said that we were beating him. Child Protective Services comes tomorrow to do followup. The case worker stated “David reported that he was made to eat soap and his mom was mean to him.” The issue at hand is simple. Mom is a teacher. David has zero clue what is at stake here with his lies and the resulting fall out. All that we can do is let the social worker into our home, speak candidly and carry on. The result of the investigation will show that we are doing everything we can to help him. His lies have already shown him to be what he is, and nothing that happens in the next 24 hours will change that. But the emotional toll is still there. This hit against our ability

I dream of a time when we don’t have to worry about him as much as we do. Granted as a parent, part of us will always worry about our kids, but when you have a child like David, it is increased ten fold, a hundred fold. Today he came home from the mental health unit. We didn’t even get out of the hospital before he was starting with behavior. Playing with the elevator, not listening, moving things around that were on a shelf. You know, child like behavior, and in some cases behavior of typical teen. I get it, I do. But considering where we had just come from, one would think that he would be on his very best behavior. I made a quick stop to pick up a part, and instructed him to not touch anything while I was in the store. Came out to find he

I have received flack about my writing. From many sources. Why? Because I am causing my son a lifetime of pain and misery by writing about his situation. Really? Do you think that I have not struggled with what I put out here? I mean seriously. If the worst thing I wrote about was the fact that he had two bowls of cereal at breakfast without permission, you would think that I had a pretty great kid. Wouldn’t you? Heck , I wouldn’t feel the need to write about that, because I would have a pretty great kid. In seriousness, There are days when I don’t write anything. Believe me when I say it isn’t because nothing happened that day. If I wrote about 25 percent of the things that he did in a given week, I would not be able to do anything else, because all of my time